i remember days of fire red
desire in a stranger's bed
and somewhere there a seed was sown
the comfort that we used to know

so wake up, son
we're moving on
from work and toil
for better soil

i remember days of amber brown
you dancing in your wedding gown
a troubled angel in a dress of white
flowing in that blinding light

and i've forgiven you for that
all my blame has been misguided
and all our sorrows buried here

i remember days of black and white
struggling with all our might
time can come to be a grain of sand
waring on the hearts of men

wake up, son
the time has come
to shake the pain
to flow again